Theirs a small coffee shop in town its cozy enough inside, but also has a lot of people sharing a drink outside too.

the music play is perpetualy changing, ranging from very soft extremely lively.
the place isnt a freehold, but is a popular enough hang out for many Kithain, commoner and noble alike, almost exclusively Wilders

Right now, theirs a Wilder Squirrel Pooka by the name Annabelle, with her Tail curled in her lap currently sipping a cup of Cappuccino

You know her enough to know shes unseelie, She trades in information, and oftentimes plays malicious pranks.

She was happily seelie throughout her childer years, but the Accordance war killed several of her friends, and left her feeling Devastated and embracing her darker impulses


Theirs also a boggan , who you know is training to become a baker, he's quite seelie, and is a trustworthy salt of the earth fellow, he's finished his drink and enjoying the afternoon.

(You can approach either of them, or do something else)

As Bathsheba ap Scathach enters the cafe, she neatens her headwrap, silver jewellery chinking at her wrists, and looks around. She's a very tall Afro-Caribbean woman dressed in elegant but expensive clothes--a purple suit, evidently tailored, with an orange ethnic print silk shirt underneath. Although she is 43, she looks like she's in her mid-30s. To fae eyes, her suit is layered with lightweight armour plates adorned with ornate symbols. She wears trousers for mobility, which are padded at the shins and ankles. Meanwhile, her eyes are magnificent flashing brown, like the bottoms of bronze pans, a clear marker of her fae heritage which peeks through into her mortal seeming.

As she spots the boggan, she nods, recognising age before beauty, and then nods, too, at Annabelle. Opting to keep to herself for now, she heads to the counter. 'Do you make Turkish coffee?' she asks. 'Last time I was here, the girl recommended I try it and it was great.' She smiles at the server, aiming for a warm but authoritative demeanour, which is her preferred way of dealing with mortals.
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he nods "We do indeed ma'am" he says with a smile.

'That would be great,' she says, maintaining her pleasant smile.

When the hot cup arrives, she takes a seat at the back of the cafe, observing.

Sat alone, and now sure she's not being watched, Bathsheba begins to trace the shape of a veve on her hand with her chimerical blade. As she chants to Orunla, Orisha of fate, she draws Glamour to her to empower her rune.

Bathsheba wants to use her Treasure here to create a rune on her hand. She intends to then read her palm if the rune attempt is successful, using the extra successes from the rune to make her prediction more accurate. If it's appropriate, she'll actually carve the rune/veve (chimerically) into her palm. Treasure systems being what they are, I'm not 100% on the system for activation. Does it automatically work if she fulfils certain criteria, or is she required to power the imbued Art with a roll?

After creating her veve, she pauses her chanting, drinks her coffee quickly, and then peers at the swirling coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup. Resuming her chant, but this time even less than a whisper, she smears the grounds across her now tattooed palm and begins to read...

So this is her bunk for the scrying cantrip.

Okay, I'm adlibbing here and assuming perhaps, as it's a simple Treasure and a simple effect, the Treasure just gives its rating as dice to the rune-enhanced cantrip. That seems balanced, I guess. So she'll roll for Soothsay 1/Omen with those two dice added on. So it's Intelligence (Scholarly) 4 + Fae 5. I'm guessing the bunk of cutting her palm to make a veve, smearing on the coffee grounds and chanting to read her fortune counts as at least a level 3 bunk? But I'll include my full dice roll just in case it isn't: 00:44, Today: Elizabeth rolled 13 successes using 11d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 3, rerolling 10s ((6,3,7,8,10(+9),8,7,6,4,10(+8),5)). Even if it was only a level one bunk, thus reducing the difficulty to 8, she'd still have four successes. So what does she see in her own Dan?

She Can see Harmony, about to be shattered, a time of Political tribulation, that could establish her in the court... or destroy her utterly.

Intrigued by what she sees in the Dan, Bathsheba considers her options. Would fame and fortune suit her? Perhaps. What about power? Undoubtedly much more so. Political power brings with it titles, titles bring holdings, holdings bring Glamour and access to the Dreaming. These things she could enjoy, even if it means mingling with the buffoons of court.

Standing, Bathsheba draws on her inner reserves of wit and cunning, and heads over to Annabelle. She is precise in her movements, showing poise and power.

'Good afternoon, Annabelle,' she says. 'May I sit?'

She pauses for a second sizing you up then says.

"We are not at all interested in making the acquantance of another Kithain And it would not aid us at all to have someone who could do the next order for us, talking with the shopkeeper and explaining our order is very easy" she says pulling up a chair.
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Smiling darkly, Bathsheba considers the little riddler before her. To help the girl would no doubt make her indebted to Bathsheba--at least in some small manner--and that might be helpful in her search for allies here. With her mentor still at large somewhere, and the mark that might leave on her own reputation, she has her work cut out for her. But she has things to do. Important things to do.

'Of course,' she says. 'What would you like to drink? Then maybe we can chat.'

"Definitely not a Chai smoothie, with whiped cream on top" She says with a smile getting out $5, limiting what she owes you for, to relaying hte order for her.
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'It would be my pleasure,' she says, waving away the money. 'I'll be two minutes.'

Bathsheba orders the drink, then brings it over to the young pooka. She takes a seat, imposing, commanding. Her back is straight, her hands resting together in front of her on the table.

'I hope it's good,' she says. 'So, I'm new here, but I've seen you around. I think it's always useful to scout out fellow Unseelie. We're usually in the minority, right? Power in numbers and all that.'

She studies the curious creature before her and continues, 'Do we have any Unseelie freeholds here? I'd like so introduce myself to the landlord in case I need to . . . replenish myself.'

She accepts the drink then smiles bitterly at the question

"Absolutely, our seelie masters have been so very generous with us. I've of course forgiven them for killing my mentor with Cold iron, water under the bridge, since neither he nor I were at all especialy loyal to the Seelie court" She SEETHS with quiet outrage, even if you did not know she was a pooka, you might have guessed she was telling you the opposite of the truth.

'And they call us the tyrants!' she says, her voice as dark and thick as treacle. 'Tell me, are the nobles here popular? I myself have no title. As a lowly Scathach, I am seen as something less than sidhe, it seems. But I don't mind. My kind have mingled in the Autumn World with the commoners when the other houses snubbed those who remained. There are lessons they have never learned.'

"Their are none amongst the Sidhe who know better, im sure if their were any they would be listened to" she says shaking her head sadly.

"Popular? On the surface everyone hates and resents them, underneath, more then a few think their nice guys, but not enough to help them any"
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She nods, mulling over the words and what they actually mean. So, she thinks, it's as expected: unpopular sidhe, but without any real, organised opposition.

'What if the opposition were to organise? What then? I do wonder if your kind can ever learn to share. There should be Glamour enough for all, don't you agree? And these humans have taught us much: though the Dreaming picks natural leaders, it surely doesn't presume that only those it picks to lead from birth should ever do so? After all, the Dan is a largely ineffable thing. We merely try to interpret the signs it gives us.'

She shakes her head.

"When I first heard of the return of the sidhe It filled me with outrage despair,  and Fear." sighs forlornly

"Now I welcome their rule with open arms, and have no interest, whatsoever in seeing them feel what I felt when I learned of the Fae death of my mentor, who taught me since I was a childling of only 4. My Departure from the seelie court was quite amicable."

she pauses raising an eyebrow.

"To be sure, were only fighting for the unseelie, right not for those commoners who are still loyal to the Seelie court too right? I am of course, not at all interested in preserving the innocence of idealistic childlings like I once was, it would be wonderful if they all grew up like me, I am after all so very chipper."

sighs Shaking her head

"Its so right and fitting dont you think, I dont feel at all like a Grandmother towards childlings. Not that it would be that ridiculous to feel that way at my age. Because if I did Im not at all curious if I'd be a kind and doting Grandmother, or a Cynical and Manipulative one, who ultimately saw herself as looking out for her Grandchildrens interest wheither they liked it or not"

Sighs again "I'm barely a Wilder its so wonderful Im allready acting like a Grump dont you think."
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Bathsheba smiles, less darkly than before, the words of the pooka actually softening her somewhat. 'I won't lie, power is attractive. I want what is mine, as--I'm sure--do you. But I like to pull up those who stand beside me. This isn't just an Unseelie battle. This is a battle for everyone who wants what they deserve. No fae should die at the hands of cold iron. Such a thing is a travesty--an evil even the evil must deny. The Accordance War has harmed us all. There must be a time for reparations on all sides.'

She nods

"Im so agrieved We seem to disagree here,  Back before the accordance war I would have gleefull gone out left and right killing with Cold Iron, now..." she pauses

"Now I wonder if its really ok... but have decided to do so anyway." She sighs shaking her head

"I Hate what the Seelie Code Preeches, but Deeply respect what it practices"

(OOC: Its good practice speaking in Pooka)

"On the thing about me not feeling the tinyiest bit like a Grandma, not at all, anything to say to that?" asks curiously

'I think you'd be a good mentor to the childlings,' she says. 'They need to learn the agonies of adulthood as well as the joys. We fear Banality so much, and yet it anchors us to this world. In a way, it protects us. I respect even the Undone. To live in this world is hard.'

She meets the pooka's gaze. 'You are very wise. I would like one such as you to become my protegee. I'm hardly a master of the Arts, but I specialise in those few things I am good at. I feel there's much we could learn from each other. Tell me, can you take me to the place our kind congregate? I long for good company after so long on the road.'

Shakes her head sadly "Showing them the pain of the world is something I so deeply look forward to. I do not resent the Sidhe at all for shattering my innocence."

nods "I can make a decision either way this very second. Theirs no possiblety of me showing you a Freehold or Two, But if we did find a Freehold, I'd Introduce you with me as a reference"

'Of course. I wouldn't ask you to put yourself out or to vouch for me, but I appreciate your hospitality. Shall we go now?'

nods at that "Dont come after me, 2 or minutes latter, and ignore the Squirel that you see" Finishes her drink gets up and goes outside.
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Two minutes later, Bathsheba emerges from the cafe, looking for the squirrel.

Squirells out there looks to her for a second the scampers off, going along the sighting of a building, then a tree, then zig zagging past a road... you find what looks to be a dillapidated house. the squirell heads off

you can sense the glamour radiating from the house and just inside you can tell its a freehold looks like a Posh Well organize library with lots and lots of Chimerical scrolls and books.

None too subtly the Twin Crescents of House Eilund are on Display.
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Bathsheba takes in the outside of the freehold. She can feel the Glamour oozing and swirling around it. This is it, she thinks. A fine place to introduce yourself.

She knocks firmly on the door, peering inside to see if she can see any fae.

After a bit a Nocker Childling Wearing a pair of Overalls comes out and looks to her "Whatja Want?" he inquires.
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'My name is Bathsheba ap Scathach. I'm here to introduce myself as plead for hospitality. I am but a lonely wandering sidhe looking for others of my kind,' she says, trying her best to look demure and lowly.

He nods gruffly

"Well isnt that %(#! Great? Come along and I'll introduce you to the Freeholds Master" He says with a grunt and takes her to a a Reading Room lit with candlelight.


He shows her to a room with a bizzarely handsome borderline effeminite young Man who nods to her. he isnt that strong or brave looking but is still quite well built.

The Nocker "May I introduce Nicholas Ap Eilund?"

The sidhe smiles "Welcome queer guest, do you crave hospitality?"
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Bathsheba nods. 'I am thrilled to meet your acquaintance! It is good to be among my own kind again. I am Bathsheba ap Scathach, a wandering seer, and I come to enjoy the company of my own and--should you allow it--to take shelter. I have been travelling a long time and I long to rest my feet.' She smiles, a dark charm in her Unseelie face, and a sense of fiery pride.

He sighs "Am Seelie myself, but I welcome Unseelie guests, Especialy nobles, as long as the Escheat is observed" he warns then nods.

"Im barely tolerated in the city, because sometimes they need my scholarship"

'Nicholas Ap Eilund, it is an honour to meet you. Seelie, Unseelie--all sidhe are unpopular in this barren, Autumn World. Tell me, is this a vibrant city? Are there many of our kind?'

"Depends who you ask, The Gwydion dont think theirs enough" Rolls his eyes.

"some rebellious commoners think theirs FAR too many

I think theirs currently 8 Sidhe in the city (OOC: Not going to specify them all to leave room for future PCs) Though others come through occasionaly"

Bathsheba nods. 'I see. And how long have you lived here?'

sighs"I have ran this freehold since the accordance war ended"
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'Such a bloody, senseless time. Thank the Dan it is over.' She pauses, and looks around the room. 'Tell me, what do you folks do for fun around here?'

smiles "Many things, we seek to improve ourselves, for fun or not, we play chess, we prepare for problems we hope never come, we muse, and occasionaly" snickers "Very occasionaly theirs the remote chance one or two of us ravage to, but you didnt hear that from me"

'Ravaging? Oh dear! How uncouth!' She considers this for a moment. 'I suppose that means you have some of the wilder Unseelie in town? Perhaps they could do with some firm leadership.'

She examines the room, taking in her surroundings and cataloguing them in her memory. 'On a related note, are there any of my house here? Any Scathach?'

"Sadly you are the sole representive of your house"  he sighs

"Their have however been some inroads made by Ailil, and noise about some planning to settle here soon, my niece who visits occasionaly IS Ailil, but is a spoiled brat , if a rather resourceful and cunning brat"

Baroness Ygraine enters the coffee shop for the first time and smiles bemusedly as she casts her eyes about the place. She peacebonds her sword eventhough this isn't a freehold as a sign that she bares no one she comes across any ill will. As she crosses the room on her way to the counter to order something to wet her whistle she moves with the kind of casual grace that can be either intimidating to witness or sexy to watch, depending on one's take on such things. She stands in a relaxed posture awaiting her turn to order, flipping her hair in a way that's beckoning and charming to behold.

he gets to her soon enough asking "and what will you have?" charmingly enough

The only kithain there currently is a boggan, whos smiling merrily while reading over some stuff, seems approachable enough.

"Hmm... let me see. I have a weakness for strong and dark things... so... a triple expresso please and a chocolate dipped biscotti," Ygraine says in a tone somewhere between playful and flirtatious. She reaches into the bag that she's slung across her chest and draws out her wallet frowning a bit as she sees how little cash she currently has left. As she waits for her order she looks about and spies the Boggan and dips her head to him as a greeting and a tacit request for an invitation to join him at his table.

She gets her order and the boggan nods smiling at her Pulling up a chair for her "Two Sidhe in as many hours, this is truly a remarkable day" he smiles.

"Thank you, good man," Ygraine says to the Boggan after paying for her order and heading his way. She didn't miss his gracious gesture and slipped into the seat he procured for her. "Hopefully I'll be the memorable one," she quips playfully with a cutely crooked smile on her lips. After setting her coffee down she offered him her hand, palm down fingers slightly bent, rather then in the way inviting he shake it.

"I'm the Baroness Ygraine O'Maliegh of House Ailil. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" she asks after introducing herself. She takes a moment to look the boggan over for signs of his station in the Court and his quality. Her eyes were warm and friendly if smokey and mysterious as she gave him the once over.

He blinks at that listening to her Title and says

"I'm Roger I'm a baker, in training, Hey Im a boggan doing household work is part of what my kith is" seems a little embarassed of his lack of noble titles or such.

"Not often you meet an open member of house Ailil hanging out at a coffee shop like this I know that much"

She can tell that hes mostly seelie, honest hard working, but that he has a degree of outrage in him she could channel to her ends, if she doesnt overplay her hand.

Ygraine can't help but note how her introduction affects the boggan and she smiles wryly at him as he gets bashful. "Roger, happy to meet you. I always like the company of people true to themselves and their passions," she says in an amiable tone. She cants her head to the side and looks deeply into his eyes as she asks, "that is why you're training as a baker, no? Its not just you doing your duty to your kith."

Ygraine sipped from her coffee to give him time to answer the question she posed. As he talks of her House she nibbles at her biscotti. She waves away his words and chuckles musically as she replies, "Long ago I decided neither to hide who I am nor apologize for it. Yes, life would be easier by far if I kept my house allegiance a  secret, but that sort of laziness is beneath us all, no?" She asks earnestly, feeling the truth is her best tool to use in this situation.

"It would be my passion if I was allowed to bake, I'm an apprentice, and an oft under appreciated one, I'm not beaten or starved or anything like that" sighs

"But I do think im often assigned tasks Better handle by a Enchanted mortal" he says with a bit of bitterness, but not QUITE enough to turn him against the seelie court,Still enough she might be able to use carefully.


Hearing her words he nods

"Forthrightness" Smiles tightly "Thats not something I see in a sidhe that often, you dont mind me saying so I hope"

"See, to me, standing in the way of another's pursuit of their dreams is truly criminal, Roger, I feel for you deeply," Ygraine says in a firm but gentle tone as she leans in a bit so that it's clear her words are meant as something for him to hear and pay attention to. "Too often have I seen untitled kithain given busy work as a means of control..." she says with a touch of something forlorn in her voice. "Yes, I understand that mastery of any pursuit requires diligent training and thoughtful application of the learner, but your baking master could be cultivating your talent rather then what? Putting you through the paces his master did him?" She asks with a touch of a frown on her lips.

Ygraine then sighs and waves away her words. "Listen to me, though I've a title, I've naught much more to my name, Roger. Thank you for your kind words, if nothing else, I'll always have the kind of honor that MEANS something, seeing as people know me for all my strengths and foibles. Which is the sort of thing no one can take away." Which is her way of thanking him for his compliment which does much to lighten her mood.

Sitting back in her chair she sips her coffee again before saying, "Would that I had the means to support a proper household, but that's not yet to be. I do have an idea though... one I fear you'll laugh at... but at the same time, you're the perfect person to bring it to... wlll you indulge me listening to my madcap notion with a kind ear?" she asks, playfully putting on a wheedling and coquettish air as she 'begs' for his kind attention.

Bathsheba smiles. 'Thank you. When is court next being held? I do wish to mingle more with others of our kind. Seeking the signs of fate is a lonely endeavour.'

Ygraine:


He nods glad for some sympathy

"The line between "the duties expected of an apprentice, and blatant hazing, can be hard to see sometimes"
He pauses and nods. "I will gladly do so my lady, but are you sure you want to, Boggans find it difficult to keep things to themselves"

Just then a young pooka is coming back into the coffee shop  looking around and being seated, she looks like shes familiar with the surroundings

"Ah she returns" Roger comments.

Elizibeth: "Next week We'll all be meeting, but if you wish Im sure the baron would be more then willing to see you immediately"

Ygraine chuckles and nods as the Boggan speaks of thin lines. "So true, I chose to figure that if it didn't kill me it  kept me from getting into trouble... sometimes..." she says while smiling a quirky, lopsided smile that hints at adventures best shared with harder drinks in hand then coffee. "That smile turns into something knowing and trusting as she goes on to say, "It's not a secret, secret, and it's an idea bigger then myself that'll require support, or that I abandon it... so either way, your reaction, Roger, will go a long way to determining which it is."

Ygraine shifts her seat, moving into more of a friendly conversational distance, inadvertently brushing her knee along Roger's thigh. "See, I'm inspired by the Old Ways and how we have always been people of two natures... I'd like to create a space that by day serves those who support while at night supports the pursuit of joy," she explains in broad strokes to see if he understands the foundation of her notion. "Like so many, I love going out and dancing in the dark, mixing music with high spirits and the promise of the Dark, but I've always thought a club space was 'wasted' during the day. So, what if a club could become something like a soup kitchen by day, giving something back to those who have little, while at night the space caters to those with a desire for diversion and adventure.... could there be merit in such a place in your eyes, Roger or is it madness?"

Ygraine waits expectantly for Roger's answer, unconsciously shifitng forward in her seat and moving closer to him to better hear his answer. She looks at the Pookah he points out and hmmms as she casts an assessing gaze over her. "She's not a regular here then," she quips, playfully aping most Pookah speech.

'A visit to the Baron would be a good idea, I think. It's always good manners to introduce oneself.'

He nods at that then smiles

"That does sound agreeable" He says with a smile.

"Trying to help people does sound like a good idea"
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"And I like the idea of creating a business around helping people, and helping people cut loose and have fun. I doubt there'd be a boring day, or night in such a place," Ygraine said with the sort of bubbly enthusiasm that only comes out when sharing something precious with someone you trust. Her happiness at hearing his approval for her idea is etched into her face and she reaches out to give his hand a little squeeze. "Thanks, Roger, it helps to hear that maybe I'm not alone in my desire to do well by doing good," she says gratefully.

Then the gorgeous, Sidhe Baroness sits back in her chair and takes another drink of her now lukewarm coffee. She screws up her face a bit, clearly missing it's lost heat. She sets the cup aside and then says, "If you don't mind, I'd love to keep bouncing this idea around with you, Roger. I'm no where near ready for a grand opening or anything, but I'd love to pick your brain for what neighborhoods are worth looking at for this and whose permission I'll need to ask amongst the 'nobles'..." Some of her enthusiasm drains when she acknowledges she'll need to kowtow to the local powers that be if this is going to get off the ground. Apparently that is something she doesn't relish.

OOC: Does that mean we're all heading to the Baron's?

Ygraine O'Maleigh:He nods understanding

"I understand its a hard thing, if I may say if you crave the company of fellow unseelie, Annabelle"? points at the pooka "May  welcome your company, shes the most bitter and hateful of unseelie, a former Seelie whos been disillusioned... you'll have to ask her if you want the whole story"

he pauses "Back to my baking master , is it selfish or spoiled of me to want enchanted humans to do the drudge work?"

"Elizibeth nods "I'll escort you there soon enough if you wish?"

Ygraine smiles and waves goodbye to the baker and sayss, "only if you don't help them make the cake of their dreams." Then she leaves her seat and goes over to the Pookah and greets her asking, "mind the company of a newcomer?" As she speaks she smiles warmly, patiently waiting for the pookah to respond.

She looks slightly confused and says "I would indeed mind company, Im not the least bit bewildered by seeing two new Sidhe in one day, this is nothing at all worthy of note, naturally" sighs pulling up a chair. "I overheard nothing of the name "ailil" earlier, if I did, I would shiver in terror" feigns mock trembling "at the thought of a danger to my righteous seelie masters, who've been so very generous to me, so very kind, so kind they Killed my mentor with Cold Iron. Who could be kinder that?"
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Ygraine smirked knowingly and took the seat offered her by the backwards speaking Pookah. "Our 'betters' have never had qualms about driving a point home deeply, and they're no strangers to the fact the lessons written in iron and blood are never forgotten," she says in a voice tinged by a world weary ennui. The she cracks a smile and asks, "some conversations are best had with drinks stiffer then coffee. Shall we quit this place and find one that better fits the spirit of our conversation?" A moment later she realizes she's been a bit rude and introduces herself properly, "oh, I'm Ygraine, Baroness of house Ailil. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

(OOC: If you dont have "Enchanted" Togails a Ritual that marks a childling becoming a wilder celebrating her life, and mourning the slow side in mundanity. also Im going to bed so you know)) she nods "I am Annabelle, a wilder of great acounting Why their sugar coating me with praises."

"Had my Togail 4 years back in fact, I will complain about this, while they were generous with my mentor, the duke was stingy with me and my togail Boon, He only arrange for tutoring of 3 or 4 Arts, and gave me quite a bit of dross" shakes her head.

"Maybe this lords a really rotten fellow, you know? But I still love the nobility in general."

nods

"on the contrary I prefer it here" getting up ready to go with Ygraine, gladly enough.

Bathsheba nods. 'Let's head out,' she says.

He takes her with him to a freehold It looks like a moderately worn out house in the mundane world, chimerically, its a stately manor Hall, not a Palace for a king but the respectable manor house of a local noble, if perhaps a little beautified by glamour, rather then a focus on historical accuracy.

'Nice digs,' she says, eyeing the manor house. 'I appreciate those with an eye for the proper ceremony.'
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well soon enough the duke send a enchanted human servant over informing both they may speak with him in his chambers hes intrigued by reports of a new Sidhe.

'I'm looking forward to it,' she says.

"It's good that he at least acknowledged it, not that that makes up for anything that's happened since then," Ygraine said with a rueful sigh, nodding when the Pooka spoke of her feelings about the nobility. "Love lost is hard to find again. Then again, the current ruling class has lost so much... including it's way to the path of righteousness and responsibility," she mused darkly. Then she sighed and smiled as she headed for the door. She held it open for her new friend then said, "I'm counting on you to lead us somewhere we can let our hair down and have a good time." She spoke playfully to the Pooka, perhaps trying her hand at pooka-ese?

"After a wait, Elizibeths given an alliance with the duke "Welcome to my domain fair traveler, will you be staying?" he asks.

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(Not sure it sounds fun to me, but I think id prefer to check with others before deciding either way)

she shakes head looking at Ygraine "The best places are open during the day, and theirs not a bloodsucker in sight of them."

pauses "But the place im thinking to take you is lousy im afraid"

 on the way their stopped by a Nocker childling lookiing about 6 or 7. "Geez lady, ye sure ar pretty, sometime maybe could I try drawin ya? just the sight of you gives me inspiration."

Annabelle rolls her eyes "Mind him, im sure he'll leave us alone if we answer him"
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"My ride's around the corner. I'm sure Peggy will have no trouble carrying us both," Ygraine said to Annabelle as she nodded when the Pooka told her some of what lurked in the dark around here. "I put myself in your hands, just lead the way. Good or ill, there'll be a story to tell after our adventure. When approached by the Nocker child she grinned down at him and said, "why thank you, what a great compliment. I'm always happy to play muse to an artist." Her tone is warm and friendly, respectful and kind. "I'm Ygraine of House Ailil, who might you be?" She asked, giggling a little as the squirrel pooka rolls her eyes.

he smiles "I'm Matthew I'm not sure what I want to do with my life but I do try to draw a lot, especialy people as pretty as you" He smiles brightly.

Annabelle blinks "You dont mind being troubled by a childling?"

Matthew asks "Lady can I ask about a problem facing me and most childlings in the city? " suddenly serious

"Theirs a kinain... agent in local social services but, shes getting along in years and isnt even aware of what shes supposed to be doing, when not enchanted anymore. Any ideas?" is sighing "some think its best to ask her to retire, as shes not doing us any good anymore, but im not a lost boy myself, but I know one or two as friends"

"Nice to meet you Matthew, "aww, don't worry about that yet, you sweet charmer, your Dan will make itself evident so long as you keep just being you," Ygraine said then she chuckled and shook her head 'no' at Annabelle's surprised assertion. She grinned and replied, "why would I? They're old friends returned to us with new eyes."

As Matthew posed his question she listened thoughtfully. She nodded as he explained the situation then hmmed, screwed up her lips in a crooked smile, then laughed. She crooked her finger, beckoning him near then whispered so Annabelle would REALLY have to try to listen in as she gave the childing a suggestion. "Two birds, one stone. I wouldn't ask her to retire. I'd encourage her to dream a new dream. I know of a baker boggan who needs help and she could be perfect, if she were to suddenly desire nothing more then the fulfillment of a new career late in life. Convince her that baking cookies and cakes will satisfy her soul and you solve your problem AND help a fellow kithain... and probably will get free yummy stuff for the rest of your life... what do you think, Matthew, m'dear?"

He pauses "A Boggan baker are you talking about Roger?" He asks..

"Shes not related to him at all" Annabelle says.

"Well shes his aunt, and hes worried about her but, how would lost boys stay safe? She was there to keep CPS off our backs, I do like the lady kinda, but  I'd like to help some of my close friends to, keep us from having to worry about visits from meddling social workers"

"It sounded to me that your problem was her advanced years making her neglect her duties. Finding her a new place to help could be step one. If she's Roger's aunt, getting her to work with him should be easy. Step two would be getting a new Kinain put in her place... hmm... that's something that would take more string pulling then I can do yet. In the interim, after I get settled into a place, I'd be happy to be play the role of responsible aunt to the Lost Boys," Ygraine offers gamely. "I was already thinking I wanted to find some old warehouse I could convert into a living space. I'll just look for one with space to be a de facto flop house," she muses aloud.

they nod "Maybe sometime latter you could speak with her" Matthew suggests "I think a lot of lost boys would appreciate some help"

Annabelle snorts "And of course we HAVE to stick with the current plan of a kinain in the Social services office no way at all we could coopt a mundane as needed a Kinnain has make a marty of herself to mundanity its the only way, we cant just interfere as needed" snidely.

Matthew continues."So you a bit too busy to be a model right now, latter or what?" is curious.
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"Happy to," Ygraine said jauntily as Mathew suggested she talk to the Kinain. She chuckled as Annabelle and nodded knowing then replies saying, "the easy path oft leads to ruin. Then again, how often does those in ivory towers dane to look down at the costs paid by their 'underlings'?" She inquired in a sad tone. Then Matthew claimed the Baroness' attention with his question and she laughed ruefully but nodded in agreement. "I've a few things to do today, but later is a definite 'yes'," she promised earnestly.

Then she looked up into the sky and frowned a little adding, "as day threatens to turn to night, tradition demands I make my way to those who rule here before the stars rise." Something in Ygraine's tone betrays the fact that she'd really rather spend the time with the two of them. Duty called, as much as she was loathe to answer it. Wryly she said, "I'm sure the Court has heard there's a big, bad Ailil in town. Best to meet them on my terms then theirs." She chuckled and asked her two companions, "would either or both of you lead me to where I might find this land's sovereign?"

Matthew smiles "I'd be happy to! Fraternizing with a Baroness is a good way to get a bonafide  leg up for my career whatever it winds up being" says brightly.
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"Wonderful, Matthew," Ygraine said to the little Nocker; impressed by his vocabulary and control over his tongue. She looked to the pooka and asked, "are you with us, or bowing out? I respect your feelings and wouldn't want to make you endure company you'd rather not keep." As she spoke to them she walked towards her steed 'Peggy', a gorgeous custom Harley to banal senses and a wonder in clockwork to glamourous eyes.

Ooc:

real world
 


If can fly

OOC: Is there some way I can get in on the action? Kinda left out here...

the lord nods to elizibeth "Sweet guest what brings you to my domain?" is curious.

In reply to Elizabeth (msg # 78):
OOC: I'm working to end up where you are, Elizabeth :)
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(OOC: Hard to remember the nocker curse especialy when portraying it in a childling)

He nods "If you'll come with me.

the place looks not like a castle, but like an old manor house, And your told, "two st range sidhe in one day, what have we come to"

Ygraine gave Matthews hair a playful tussling then helped him up onto her steed. "Of course, no fun arriving without an entourage," she quipped then scootched forward to make space for Annabelle if she was coming before heading to the duke's home.

"End of the world, I'd say," Ygraine joked and added, "especially when one is Baroness Ygraine O'Maleigh, proud daughter of House Ailil." She bowed as she introduced herself then standing tall daring ambone to take issue with her name, rank or house.

"Could i become part of your entourage your a %*#(@ing fine lady" he says with a smile

"I meant formally, would you have me for the time being at least, dont have much else to do not in a apprenticeship yet"
(OOC: you dont mind the symbols I dont want to have to use that many Expletives I can use them occasionaly but...)

"Ailil?!" they blink nervously  and incredulously not sure of their hearing

then quickly send her along to speak with the duke (Joining the two scenes)

"An  ailil in my city?" The duke asks with dismay, but without outrage. "what brings you here, some artifact youve heard of?"

"It could happen, Matthew. So I'll say 'yes' now, with this meeting as a trial. Do well and we can talk Oaths later," Ygraine said in a warm yet serious tone. This question Matthew has put to her is something she doesn't take lightly but, for now, is open to consider it. "And thank you for the vote of confidence," she says to him softly before they enter the castle.

Ygraine chuckled as the Duke's flunkies gape at her then hurry her along into his presence. She offers the Duke the deference his office is due and looks at him askew as he expresses the emotion her House stirs up in him. She chuckled and dipped her head to him, acknowledging the truth in his words. "There are relics here that I seek agency over," she admits easily. "But in my short time here, a matter or two has come to my attention I would address. I hope I have your Grace's leave to take up the cause of the Lost Boys," the Baroness says, the slight lilt in her voice putting something of a request in her tone.

Bathsheba makes a bow to the Duke. 'I am uncertain as to my future, yet. I cast the runes earlier and saw important things in the Dan. As such, I'm here to firstly make you aware of these ripples of import, and secondly to enquire if you might be aware of what they mean.'

Noting the new arrival, Bathsheba introduces herself. 'I am Elizabeth Brown, known to our kind as Bathsheba ap Scathach. This is good timing. Please, tell me about the Lost Boys? Perhaps they are the ripples I saw when I consulted the Dan earlier.'

The duke sighs forlornly  "I know of the issues with our agent in social services, what would you have us do about it, some say we should have replaced her some time ago... but last we spoke with her theirs at least 3 autumn people shes constantly exposed to, spreading their Banality like a plague" is quite sad "What would you do to help the lost boys, the thought of an ailil building a support base in my city makes me somewhat uneasy, I will not lie"

"Autumn People, then it makes even more sense to put distance between a Kinain and them. Her spark is too precious to let die due to the proximity to their banality," Ygraine said with real concern in her voice. "This would be a time when a friend of the family ploy might be most useful. I'd suggest she retire then become a foster parent, given her years of service that wouldn't be seen as odd. Would it?" She asked.

Then she waved away the Duke's expressions of his fears of her building a power base. "We are Sidhe, power is drawn to us like iron to a lodestone," she said with a wry and knowing grin on her lips. "I would see the Lost Boys have a place they can hang their hats and call 'home' when needed. That's why I think having the Kinain retire and serve as their foster mom could make sense to help handle mundane authorities. Or, once I settle into a place myself I would be happy to share my roof with them. Childings need protection and the safety to follow their dreams where they will go."

Ygraine smiled and nodded to Bathseba then said softly, "that pretty much should bring you up to speed. There are childings experiencing issues with social services, but our agent in place is no longer quite suited to the task. A new strategy is needed, and I can think of no more pressing need then ensuring young souls on the Changing Path have safe haven as they grow into who they will now be."

:He nods "that would only work if they atended public school , something many would refuse... what could you say to that?" asks seeing how well shes planned it out.

Bathsheba makes a small bow to Ygraine, a polite sign she concurs than any real sign of deference.

'I agree, my lady. It would make sense that such matters are placed in the hands of the most capable to support such young fae. If the Duke,' she turns to face him again as she speaks, 'is uncomfortable with the thought of an Ailil running such an establishment, perhaps the Scathach can be a useful intermediary between the Duke and the Baroness? We are a house of balance, and one with more experience of the Autumn World than any other, for many of us stayed back when the sidhe retreated to Arcadia. That makes us, I think, powerful intercessionists. I wouldn't want to step on any toes, but I would like to help, if I may. You know neither of us yet, and so we are to prove ourselves, but perhaps in this joint endeavour we will have the opportunity to do so.'

Ygraine chuckled at the question the Duke posed. "Home schooling would draw too much attention. I'm surprised there hasn't been a private academy set up locally for our Kithain Childings and young Kinain. Or," she says, tapping her chin thoughtfully with the index finger of her left hand. "A Charter School... perhaps /that's/ a good use of our retiring Kinain. Perhaps a rich uncle of hers could leave her a house and some lands on which she could establish a boarding school for artistic youth?" She offers lightly then looks around to see if any refreshments are on offer.

Upon seeing Bathseba bow to her, Ygraine dipped her head slightly, acknowledging the polite gesture. She listened to the Scathach's suggestion in support of her endeavor and bowed her head to the Duke to show her acceptance of the other Sidhe's offer of assistance in service to the youngest members of their society. "Yes, as trust is best earned through deeds done for others, indulge us in this, good Sir Duke. Judge us not from whispers of the past but from how we bring this to fruition," said the Baroness in gentile tones.
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'Again, I concur,' Bathsheba says. 'A charter school would make for a good cover.'

She follows Ygraine's wandering eyes, then begins to wonder about refreshment herself.

During a bit of a pause uncomfortable silence for a second, Matthew speaks out of turn , if perhaps forgivably "My Lord shouldnt you be offering my lady and the other lady here Refreshments they've both had a long trip" He points out sourly, but with some degree of real concern for Ygraine. having looked them over and been able to intuit it about them.

"Ah yes, where are my manners" The duke says, grudgingly, but politely enough.

"Am I to take it this Rapscallion is now under the Baronesses protection?"  duke asks darkly.

 Matthew waits hopefully for the answer.

"Wine, tea" The duke asks grudgingly.

Ygraine favored Matthew with a grateful glance when he spoke up out of turn. She let flicker in her eyes her appreciation for his concern as the Duke shifted topics then asked after Matthew. "It would be remiss of me not to nurture so gallant a soul, would it not?" Ygraine asked the Duke, nodding 'yes' as she spoke. She flashed Matthew a warm smile as she heard the refreshment the Duke offered. "A frosty glass of Ice Wine would be most welcome, if such might be stocked in the Duke's cellar," she replied then looked to Bathseba to see what her choice might be.

'Ice wine, you say? Now that would be delicious. Failing that, any ice cold drink--ice tea perhaps or lemonade--would do.'

She, too, secretly thanks Matthew, and makes a note to thank him later.

their both given Ice wine... (OOC: What is Ice wine something your making up?) and the duke sighs "well I suppose we should probaly fetch the woman in question, it might benefit you to deal with her both before and after her enchantment to see how bad the problem she has is would both of you go with Roger to summon and bring her here?"

'Absolutely. It thrills me to be given such an opportunity,' she says

OOC: It's a Canadian delicacy.

Ygraine smiles and dipped her head in a gesture of thanks to the servant who brought her the chilled glass of thick, amber-green liquid. She sipped at it, her smile broadening as the cool, sweet wine passed her lips and washed over her tongue. "That's a sound plan, your Grace," she says to the Duke, chuckling a bit as he talks of summoning the Kinain. There was no mirth in the sound nor was there disrespect, it was more something that betrayed the fact that she's just witnessing business as usual.

Now, when the Scathach spoke in such a dissembling manner to the Duke, a little guffaw escaped her. She waves the sound away with her left hand and nodded as she said, "I look forward to it. Roger, please lead the way." As she spoke she looked to see where he was so she could follow his him to wherever they were to meet the Kinain.

(OOC: http://vinepair.com/buy-this-b...to-warm-your-winter/ It's real, but suitably rare and wonderful for a sidhe to enjoy, no?)
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Roger smiles "This way milady!"  With practiced ease


(OOC: in case you dont have "Enchanted" Note that Kinain, doesnt need to be given a Token to be enchanted, just spend the glamour, and willing or no, their enchanted.)

Matthew smiles "This way milady!"  With practiced ease

Then takes her through a runabout route behind some buildings "Only made this trip as a pedestrian dont even know the street address}" he admits

after a bit... of going through 2 or 3 paths behind alleys and such, Roger smiles And points you to the social services office.


"She should be on the 3rd cubicle to your right once you go in" he offers

the office smells of banality, and almost tastes of Iron, though you cant see it anywhere specificly you'd almost swear it was all pervasive.



(OOC: in case you dont have "Enchanted" Note that Kinain, doesnt need to be given a Token to be enchanted, just spend the glamour, and willing or no, their enchanted.)
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Bathsheba tenses at the banal aura. 'I hope I do not speak out of turn, but this place troubles me. Do you sense it too?'

Ygraine falls in step with Rodger as he leads them through town taking a twisting and winding path. She chuckles and asks, "Are we hitting every one of this town's alleys today?" Her tone is playful and amused, not frustrated or petulant, and she flashed their guide a warm smile. As she approaches the building her nostrils are assaulted by the ozone like smell of Banality in the air. She nods in agreement with Bathseba's words, steeling herself for what they are about to face. "In for a penny..." she muses as she follows the directions she was given in her quest to find the aged Kinain. Instinctively, she works to avoid the worst of the Banality permeating this place, not wanting to be undone, but knowing her mission calls for this level of risk in order for her to succeed

Well inside a lot of the people reek of banality, and seem totally ignorant of it.

the single light note, relatively speaking, is the woman you find, shes in her late 30s, but isnt quite as heavy with banality as the rest of the people here.

she has brown hair thats starting to gray, and is starting  to wrinkle a bit and put on more then a little weight but she is not yet obese.

She pauses seeing you turning and asking "Can I help either of you?"

Bathsheba, already regretting her situation, consoles herself that she'd want to be saved from such a state. 'Hello, I'm Elizabeth. This is my friend Ygraine,' she says, hoping that the Baroness will take the lead once introductions are over.

Ygraine pasted a pleasant smile on her face as she made her way to the cubicle she sought in the maze of mundanity and dead dreams. She  gives the Kinan the once over and feels bad for the sorry state she's been left to wallow in. She nods as the social worker speaks then nods when Elizabeth introduces them both. She holds out a hand to the woman with brown and grey hair and says warmly, "I do hope so, I've a family matter that's... delicate... and I was told you are the one I should come to for help with it." The Baroness' tone is gentle, but just a touch anxious, as if she was troubled but trying to cover it up with grace. For the moment, she was cloaking the truth in ordinary words as a kind of armor against the heavy atmosphere of banality surrounding them.

She pauses "well im all too willing to help you with any family problems you might have, just be seated and tell me your problem"
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Bathsheba looks around to make sure they aren't being watched by any nosy staff or curious residents.

Ygraine sighs and nods, taking a seat and leaving Bathseba the one that will best allow her to keep watch.

"I'll be honest, I'm new in town. Just arrived, actually," Ygraine admitted easily with a little toss of her hair. "I'm the aunt in this picture," she shares, scotching her seat a little closer to the social worker so she could lower her voice. "I'm really worried about some cousins and nephews of mine. They're good kids, mind you, but have become a bit of a handful. I'd like to help my sister out because recently, she's gotten in over her head, I'm afraid," the Sidhe Baroness explains as she bumps her knee against the Kinain's and imbues her with some of her Glamour. "You may know her, she's with Duke. He's just as concerned about the kids as I am," Ygraine says meaningfully then gives the Kinain a moment to resettle into how things really are now that Banality's hold on her is weakened.

she blinks and eyes you for a second taking everything in as all her memorys become available again.

"Usualy Im only enchanted on weekends" still a little bit dazzled then "I'd be happy to discuss issues with you at length shall we adjourn someplace private to do so?" goes over to her desk to get 2 small boxes from her desk.

one has a moderately expensive Tarot Deck, with hand drawn cards...

the other has some assorted pebbles that you can sense, even against the banality of this place shine with glamour
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Grateful for the plan to head somewhere more private, Bathsheba nevertheless keeps a keen eye on their surroundings.

'I'm glad you're able to help. Let's talk more in the other room.'

Ygraine chuckles and nods as the other woman speaks in such a daydreamy tone after she enchants her. "Blame me for poking my nose into things," She says self deprecatingly. Then she  casts a casual glance at the items the Kinain gathers up, impressed that they seem to have retained their connection to the dreaming in so dreary a space. "Lead the way," she invites the social worker while nodding in agreement with Bathseba. "Oh, do you have a business card, I'd like to be able to keep in touch," She said in an earnest tone as she walks out of the cubicle in the company of the two women.

nods and gives her a Card

Martha Wilkinson (OOC: Im BAD with names)

with directions to the office and the extension at the phone number.

as they get out of the building she asks "Would you allow me to do a Tarot reading on you? I do posses some training in soothsay, though I have no fae soul, I retain some power through my fae Blood." she asks "It will help me understand you two better if you have the time?"
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Bathsheba tilts her head in a restrained nod. 'Of course. I use the diviner's Art myself. I'm always curious to see how others See.' She too notes the Dreaming-tinged items Martha has. 'It's surprising how the Dreaming touches things around us.'

Ygraine chuckles and bows her head, indicating she will grant the Kinain her request. She smiled as Bathsheba spoke then said, "Dreams have ways that of touching our lives and leaving behind mementos to mark the occasion. I am curious to learn how your tools came to you," she said to the harried social worker as she lead them from the offices she worked in to somewhere she considered a safe place. The Baroness moved with the grace of a dancer and smiled with the warmth of the sun at her companions.

sighs "The tattered Detritus of youth for the most part" shaking her head sadly.

'Youth, sadly, is mostly lost on the young. It's a shame really.'

Ygraine tsked at the words she heard her companions speak. "Now my heart is truly heavy, ladies. Youth's passing is nothing to be lamented nor declared. We are all bound to the sacred hoop of life, what is now will be again. My motto has always been, 'dum vivimus, vivamus!'" She says with passion adding fire to her eyes. Then she laughed a little and opened her arms to clap them about the shoulders of the two she walked with. "Sorry for climbing up on a soap box, but ennui is the undoing of any good soul," she said as an explanation but not an apology.

Then she looks from one to the other, casting an assessing eye over them both. Then with a resolute nod she looked to the kinain and said., "I'd invite you to begin your reading with Bathseba. I already know my story and have caught some hints at what's to come. So it would be more interesting to me to hear about our new friend then myself," she said in a self deprecating and slightly self-mocking tone.

Matthew (Who I dont want to forget about pauses and asks Ygraine "If you accept me, can I ask for the exchange of oaths to be done before the duke? if thats not too much to ask."

hes both excited , and just the slightest bit nervous both at the prospect of joining an Ailils entourage, clearly the Tale of Ytralien and his madness has been heard by him.

Martha is doing her Reading on Elizibeth, with an Elaborate Tarot reading, clearly beinig so burdened with banality this is the only way she can invoke any kind of cantrip... but finally shakes her head "Your Dan is currently clouded, at least from me"

Sighing she Gets out one of her stones while looking at Ygraine focuses and it glows and then dissipates, and you feel even for all the banality within her, Glamour radiates outward from it... focusing her hands as she draws card after card

She pauses "I see it snowing around you, and you are comfortable amidst the blizard... you are unseelie" she pauses a little nervous then "But I know better then to distrust you based on that."
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In her element, at least, Bathsheba says, 'And if I were to look at the Dan now, I wonder what I would see? Ennui isn't my thing either, as it happens. I am older than most who still dwell between the Autumn World and the Dreaming, but my faerie heart beats strong and proud. Perhaps my wandering has allowed this to be so, but I will not submit to banality easily.'

Martha sighs sadly, ever so sadly "I didnt submit easily either, but in the end, I was broken"  she says seeming miserable at the thought
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'I'm sorry to hear that,' she says. 'But you know, there are ways to regain our lost Glamour . . .'

Ygraine smiled and bowed her head in response to Matthew's question. "I would be proud and honored to do so, Matthew. You've proven yourself to be quite a fine fellow with an agile mind and steadfast nature," she says with a warm smile on her lips that makes her eyes sparkle. She then leans in and murmurs to him conspiratorially, "And you've demonstrated your acumen with your request; you'll only achieve those things in life you're truly willing to go for." She makes no mention of establishing direct ties to her Noble House as such a thing would be premature, but she does note his little bit of trepidation as something to address later on in private.

Ygraine stays silent, but attentively observant as Martha does her Reading on Elizibeth, noting the intricacy of the Tarot spread she uses but not recognizing it. She sighs as she witnesses the plight the faeblooded woman suffers and silently vows to help her through it. She's happier when Martha draws on her Glamour and makes the stone glow as some image of the noble Sidhe's fate fills her minds eye. Sighing she nods, being no stranger to the ways of Winter Storms, both their blinding power and biting, fortifying chill.  "We three know this world is made of more then Summer's Fancy and warm daydreams of sun. The wheel of time is only complete when the Cold and the Dark are accorded their due," The Baroness said with pride and purpose ringing out in her tone. Then she laughed and tussled Matthew's hair and added, "After the storm comes Snow Angels, Black Diamond trails and the Winter King's bounty shared as each merits,"

After a moment Ygraine extends a hand towards Martha and another to Bathseba. "Our visit isn't a mere social call," she says after the Scathach talks of Glamour's attainment. "We come out of a desire to help those young souls who find themselves 'Lost' and to address the perilous position your self sacrificing service has put you in," the lovely noblewoman explains to the Kinain.

"We'd like to enter into partnership with you, dear kin, to set up a foster home for the Lost Boys. The Duke has agreed to support this effort as it would serve to put you less in the path of those Banal Souls that taint your workplace yet allow you to continue to help those who need our protection the most," Ygraine goes on to say before looking deeply into Martha's eyes as she asked, "Could this be something you'd enjoy undertaking with us? For my part, I can promise you my friendship and venturesome spirit to make these days something to remember with fondness always," she adds smiling in a warm and wicked way, the kind of smile that promises adventure, fear and wonder.

She pauses looking you over

"You do seem fairly trustworthy in spite of your house... only problem" she sighs sadly

"2 or 3 familys of none kinain im monitoring children need help or else they wont survive... would I need to abandon them alltogether, or could I continue to help them from the shadows?" asks nervously

Ygraine welcomes Martha's assessing gaze a laughs musically when the Kinain makes her pronouncement. "As the 'villain' in the Passion Play staged by House Gwydion, of course House Ailil embodies all that is foul and base in the world. How else could they justify themselves?" She quips, speaking playfully and twirling an imaginary handlebar mustache between two fingers. Then she nods as Martha explains her last hesitation and she reaches out to give the careworn woman a gentle squeeze on the shoulder to show her support. "I would NEVER countenance you abandoning the charges you've taken into your heart, Martha. Duty means nothing unless driven by personal desire. passion inflames us to act, so of course you'll continue to offer them all the support you can," the Baroness assures the Kinain earnestly. "And you won't do so alone, we're in this together, you and me. I won't see you suffer your duty or deny yourself the things that ignite your passions, ever," she says in a firm, inalterable tone.

Then Ygraine looks from Martha to Bathseba and back again, her brow furrowed pensively. "A thought... perhaps you could quit your current job citing the need to 'do more for these families' and 'helping them with what they NEED not what the red tape ALLOWS'? Basically storm off as if taking up a crusade, perhaps inspiring the less banal of your co-workers to stay in contact with you as you start a 'new phase of your life'... making it less odd that you left and more that you're being true to who they know you to be, Martha? What do you two think of that... oh, and you, Matthew... am I nuts or could this work?" She asked her companions, genuinely welcoming their input and opinions.

Bathsheba smiles. Clever girl, she thinks of Ygraine. You've got it all worked out.

'I think your counsel is solid,' she says. 'Leaving in such a manner might also inspire some of those around you to rekindle some of their own Glamour. Leaving this place with a spark more Glamour than when you arrived might be a good thing, yes? And you won't be alone. We will help. We'll help both of you,' she says, reassuring Matthew too. 'I think we could all enjoy this endeavour. I have to admit, my own faerie soul has lasted so long only because of the energy of the young. This is a way for us all to ease our own declines into Winter.'

Recalling Ygraine's speech, she adds, 'Because, while Winter is indeed a necessity, so too is the Spring which follows. Even if we allow ourselves to be bitten by frost, we needn't give up dreaming that we'll ever thaw again. If we can retain that small faerie light within ourselves, allow it to pass on to conjoin with new human souls, then we have allowed our true nature to thrive even if the flower must wilt to shed its seed.'
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nods at that

"It says in the bible somewhere that once a seed grows into a plant, the Seed is dead" cites sagaciously.

"leaving this job, you dont have to ask me twice, too many autumn people in the office, worst thing is, they mean well.." says shaking her head.

"I have worked hard to temper the banality in the department, and almost gotten corrupted by it, for my trouble."

Ygraine smiled between the two women, nodding in agreement with all that's being said. Then she clapped them and n the shoulder and said, "so we're resolved to take up this endeavor then. We shall accept the responsibility for this and shoulder the burden together," She spoke congenially as she looked deeply into their eyes. She chuckled wryly as Martha spoke of her willingness to leave her job and the toll it took on her. "I will personally take it upon myself to make up for all you suffered, Martha. Count on it," she promised earnestly.

The Ygraine swept over all those with her and she gave them a lopsided smile. "Let's return to the Duke and advise him of our intentions. Then, see if we can avail ourselves of his hospitality and feast!" She said in a cheery tone, rising to her feet and beckoning the others to follow as she makes to head out.

the duke greets you "so you have her, has she been appraised of the issue?"

Ygraine approaches the Duke with Matthew, Martha and Bathseba in tow, bows gracefully to him as etiquette demands and then rises to her full height. "Yes, I've put my case before Martha and happily she's decided there's merit in my suit. Isn't that so, dear?" The Baroness asks the Kinain, according her the respect of a peer rather then treating her as a non-entity as most members of her Kith do. She smiles encouragingly at the enchanted woman, inviting her to give voice to her thoughts on the matter as Ygraine takes a half step back and places an arm around Matthew's shoulders in a gently caring way. Then the Ailil then gives Bathseba a look that invites her to second everything that's being said to the Duke to show her solidarity to their common cause.

'Yes, indeed. A most successful meeting, I feel. There's much promise. How best do you think we should proceed?'

Martha pauses "We should ask the lost boys too, if you want my opinion? Some will refuse anything to do with living under adults sadly, but even they can still be protected I think"

"I would beg to differ... I think we can offer them a 'place to crash when you want to' and 'an address to use when you need to', that's so mysterious, wonderful, wild and fun they won't want to call any other place home," Ygraine says, politely sharing her difference of opinion with the Kinain and looking to the Duke to include him in the conversation. Then she turned to Matthew, "As you wish to be my swore man, I give you that task, make the place we're given a Wonderland to delight and captivate the Lost Boys, are you up for that challenge?"

Then the Baroness looked back at Martha, "If we have enough tree houses, dark caves and huts in the 'woods' they won't have to live under the roof of adults, no? They'll come in when they want their bellies full, I promise you that." she said with a winning smile on her face. Then she looked around for a certain boggan she knew to see if she could drag him into her scheme too.

'I hear that,' says Bathsheba. 'AN exciting, informal place to hangout is best. That way, it doesn't feel like juvie or school.'

nods


Martha then pauses... and asks haltingly.

"Can I ask your help with another issue my lady? a human family squabble Ive been powerless to do anything about... if you'd help me with it... it would make my life a bit easier"
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Ygraine smiles encouragingly at Martha them nods to invite her to tell her more about the situation with her family. "Of course, I'm happy to do what I can to ease your burdens, Martha. Share what you will of what has transpired and I will think on what can be done to ameliorate things," she offers without waiting to hear what she's getting herself into.

shivers "The mothers a chain smoker and is more interested in tobacco, then feeding herself or her kids" sighs shaking her head.


"But kept getting stuck in redtape when I tried to get her kids taken away"

Ygraine opens her mouth to reply to Martha, then her eyes light up and her mouth snaps shut. Her lips curl up in a mischievous smile which becomes a way too pleased grin before she starts laughing. She holds up a hand, asking for their patience as she keeps laughing then manages to regain her composure. Wiping away merry tears she asks Matthew, "Tell me you've read or watched Matilda..." Then she looks to Martha and responds, "I believe we can kill two birds with one stone... handle this family problem and win the loyalty of the Lost Boys..."

pauses "What?" is getting curious.

Ygraine waves over Matthew then smiles broadly as she explained her designs by saying, "Matthew... do you think the Lost Boys would like to play a game... it's an old one... it's called, 'They know better, but still they're dumb'... This mother needs to be reminded that her kids mean more then her next puff... and it would be their challenge to use everything from mundane trickery to the most Glamourous Magical feats they could imagine to punish her for her neglect of her children and casual cruelty to the ones who need her the most. They "win" when she's changed her ways and is the mother her little ones deserve."

Ygraine's eyes go to her companions and then the Duke as she adds, "it goes without saying that Death is off the table and no real, lasting harm should be done. Think of stories like Matilda, where she got to punish her parents when they stepped out of line or all the fairy tales where the Dormavoi played tricks on their host family when they were disrespected. This is a role we've played throughout the ages, and what better time to introduce the young ones to this part of ourselves?"

'I'd love to give them a few pointers,' Bathsheba says darkly.

Martha nods at that agreeing it might help it might render the mother too mentally damaged to ever do anything again... but as it stands, that would be an improvement.

'I suppose we should make a move to put things in action already?'

Martha nods "Were not getting any younger" points out.

Bathsheba smiles her dark smile. 'Very well. And perhaps we can let the Glamour flow. I'm in need of some stimulation and perhaps our boys could use some too.'

(OOC: was waiting for Ygraine but waited WAY too long)

a smile "Indeed it would be a fun exercise."